Corey: You don't believe me.
Me: Of course not.
Corey: Why?
Me: Why should I?
Corey: Because I swore on Hitler's grave that's like the biggest thing I can swear on
Me: Mmmmmmmhm, well Hitler can go to hell. Are you getting upset that I don't believe your or something?
Corey: Yeah kinda
Me: Why?
Corey: Because we were getting so close and now you just don't believe me.
Me: Right. Well I'm sorry to disappoint you.
Corey: Well okay, I'm gonna go then. Bye.
DAMN.
Never got a chance to tell him that I DON'T like him.
NEVER have.
NEVER will.
I want RYAN FREAKING CHAUSSEE.
That is all.
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